At once.3It was four hours until they found us,down the side of some hillunder the metal, under the fire.I was breathing, barely.I couldn't see you for smoke, a milliontrillion miles from me,adjacent, at once.2The deer died with its eyes open.Wide open like the moon.Like it knew. Because it did.I'd say the last thing to gothrough its head was fear,but you and I both knewit was us.1I begged you to slow down.I pleaded. 'The road aheadis winding. Is sodden.Is rarely travelled.'I meant it, literally.You smiled, whispered into my ear,'You're perfect.'And that was when we hit it.
I have to work on it --'
Beautiful art
I love the No part.